“I should like to know why not. Old Mr. Tanner is a poor man, but he’s a man for all that, and votes at elections 104 for the highest bidder. And your logic’s poor, but I suppose you’d call it logic!”
“I have an idea!” cried Madge. “I’m going to make my fortune out of you! I’m going to make a pair of excruciatingly funny pictures of you! The first shall be called The Student and Logic, and the second shall be called Logic and the Student! In the first the student shall be patting Logic on the head, and in the second,—oh, it’s an inspiration!”
And forthwith Madge seized a large sheet of paper and began work.
“I’m not sure that this won’t be the beginning of a series,” she declared. “When it’s finished I shall send it to a funny paper and get fifty dollars for it,—and when I have got fifty dollars for it, Father will send me to Paris; won’t you, Daddy, dear?”
“What’s that? What’s that?” asked Mr. Burtwell.
“When I get fifty dollars,—or more!—for my Student, you will send me to Europe!”
“Oh, yes! And when you’re Queen 105 of England I shall be presented at Court! Listen to what the paper says: ‘The Honourable Jacob Luddington and family have just returned from an extensive foreign tour. The two Miss Luddingtons were presented at the Court of St. James, where their exceptional beauty and elegance are said to have made a marked impression.’ Good for the Honourable Jacob! His father was my father’s chore-man, and here are his daughters hobnobbing with crowned heads!”
From which digression it is fair to conclude that Mr. Burtwell did not attach any great importance to his daughter’s question or to his own answer. But Madge put away the promise in the safest recesses of her memory as carefully as she had tucked the letter to her “dear pickpocket” inside the red morocco pocket-book. It seemed as if the one were likely to be called for about as soon as the other,—“which means never at all!” she said to herself, with a profound sigh.
“The throes of creation have begun,” Ned chuckled; and then, as he watched 106 his sister’s business-like proceedings, marvelling the while at what he secretly considered her quite phenomenal skill, he let himself be sufficiently carried away by enthusiasm to remark, “I say, Madge, you’re no fool at that sort of thing, if you are a girl!”